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TDM 03
【 Hello, dearest guests. We hope you have been enjoying your time in the Golden Peacock and utilizing our many amenities.
Reception would like all guests to be aware that some new arrivals have been misplaced. Due to the nature of the resort, new arrivals may have been misplaced in unexpected locations. This includes your personal suites. We are very sorry for this inconvenience.
Please do not be alarmed if you come across a misplaced new arrival. We kindly request that any guests that find a misplaced new arrival escort them to the main hub, where we have arranged a central meetup where all new arrivals can claim their complimentary robes and welcome baskets.
All guests are invited to come mingle at the main hub and meet new arrivals. As always, we hope you have a pleasant day! 】
DEALER'S CHOICE
STEVE, WHERE DID YOU PUT THE NEW ARRIVALS?
The Golden Peacock has swept away the hues of winter and welcomed vibrant pops of color for a change of pace. Gone are the snow whites and cool golds. Vases of bright florals have been staged all throughout the general hubs and hallways. Statues have been cheekily decorated with bright clothes, such as charming hats and billowing dresses with cheerful prints. This peacock has cleaned up nicely, its brilliant feathers shaking with a warm palette to please the senses.
Staff are bustling during the decor turnover. While some diligent employees are steadfastly decorating the hallways with sprawling vines and spectacular blooms, others are darting back and forth in search of something. Or rather — someone. Several someones. Front reception is in an outright panic while flying over the phones and furiously slamming their hands on keyboards.
"Steve, I know you're new, but you can't just press any button that pops up on the computer screen! The new arrivals are supposed to go into temporary suites." Deborah, the head receptionist, sighs, "Now who knows where they are. I hope they're okay... I'm sure they're quite confused, wherever they wound up. Steve, stop crying. The house won't fire you for this. Probably. How's your resume looking?"
In the end, Steve didn't get fired. But he did get reassigned to trash duty.
FLORAL RIOT
A STRIKE OF COLOR
【 🌸🌸🌸 Come experience new floral delights! Prepare to be ravished by a symphony of color and aroma. Romance, love, and pleasure all await within corridors of beauty. 🌸 🌸 🌸 】
Days before the grand unveiling, the gardeners of the Cloud Dwelling Garden distribute flyers announcing that their special floral exhibition is now ready for guests to enjoy. Long-standing guests vibrate in anticipation, eagerly stomping around the gardens until the ribbon is cut and the newest resort amenity has been revealed. The gardeners make a point to approach new guests and encourage them to join in on the fun, explaining that the house likes to create a new floral experience for guests every few years or so.
Exhibition opening is set for mid-month. On the 15th precisely, the gardeners line up in front of the white sheet hiding the project, each taking a turn to bow and say a few short words about how grand and generous the house is for giving them such rewarding jobs.
The curtains fall away to a wall of shockingly bright florals. Guests ooh and aahh at not only the array of shades but at the luxurious meld of so many different kinds of flowers. Wisteria and roses, lilies and carnations. Lilacs, peonies, daisies, daffodils, sunflowers. More and more and more and more. The staff explain that this flower maze is perhaps their most intricate piece of work yet and that there is grand surprise waiting at the heart. Additionally, as part of the festivities, several prizes have been hidden around the maze at dead-ends. Long-standing guests clap and cheer before charging inside.
The flower maze will only last as long as the most fleeting flowers do. The flower maze will remain open to the public for several weeks, after which it will close for further remodeling.
"We'll be open again with another complex arrangement," one of the gardeners explains cheerfully. "A maze isn't fun once you've learned the layout. We'll open again after creating a whole new design for guests to enjoy. Maybe even some new flowers, too. A lot of the ones on the lawn got funky after guests came all over them..."
Days before the grand unveiling, the gardeners of the Cloud Dwelling Garden distribute flyers announcing that their special floral exhibition is now ready for guests to enjoy. Long-standing guests vibrate in anticipation, eagerly stomping around the gardens until the ribbon is cut and the newest resort amenity has been revealed. The gardeners make a point to approach new guests and encourage them to join in on the fun, explaining that the house likes to create a new floral experience for guests every few years or so.
Exhibition opening is set for mid-month. On the 15th precisely, the gardeners line up in front of the white sheet hiding the project, each taking a turn to bow and say a few short words about how grand and generous the house is for giving them such rewarding jobs.
The curtains fall away to a wall of shockingly bright florals. Guests ooh and aahh at not only the array of shades but at the luxurious meld of so many different kinds of flowers. Wisteria and roses, lilies and carnations. Lilacs, peonies, daisies, daffodils, sunflowers. More and more and more and more. The staff explain that this flower maze is perhaps their most intricate piece of work yet and that there is grand surprise waiting at the heart. Additionally, as part of the festivities, several prizes have been hidden around the maze at dead-ends. Long-standing guests clap and cheer before charging inside.
The flower maze will only last as long as the most fleeting flowers do. The flower maze will remain open to the public for several weeks, after which it will close for further remodeling.
"We'll be open again with another complex arrangement," one of the gardeners explains cheerfully. "A maze isn't fun once you've learned the layout. We'll open again after creating a whole new design for guests to enjoy. Maybe even some new flowers, too. A lot of the ones on the lawn got funky after guests came all over them..."
SMOKY NECTAR
DRIBBLE OF SWEETNESS
The conservatory is even busier than the gardens. Unlike the easygoing staff in the garden, employees in the conservatory are busy zooming to and fro with brooms while trying to get a handle on the unexpectedly huge amount of pollen. From flowers, from trees — so much pollen. The ground is coated and the air is thick. Several long-standing guests visiting the area have fallen into sneezing fits. Even with cleaning efforts to mitigate the build-up, the pollen becomes thicker as the weeks go on. Staff eventually give up on trying to sweep it away.
This pollen is not standard. Guests that inhale this pollen will begin to feel feverish and strange. Continued exposure to this pollen will heighten a desire for sex to the point of all-encompassing need. Orgasms become much more intense. Nipples are constantly hard. Guests may also be overwhelmed with the urge to "fertilize or become fertilized" — to aggressively deliver or receive cumshots. Gardeners soon realize that normal pollen has been tainted by the cross-breeding of their new spectacular fruits, resulting in an extremely potent sex pollen that affects people and animals. This sex pollen is stronger than any of the current aphrodisiacs in the resort, baffling the gardeners. They weren't even trying to make horny fruit!
The effects of the sex pollen will ease after a few days unless exposure is continued. Guests with too much exposure to the sex pollen may find themselves passing out from violently intense successive orgasms. Any guests found unconscious post-orgasm will be delivered to the Broken Wing clinic for recovery.
The sex pollen will fade out within a few weeks, when the new breeds of fruit have all been harvested and delivered to restaurants. The gardeners collectively agree to be more careful when engineering new breeds in the future. "I do think," reports one worker in the conservatory, "the house will be impressed that we've managed to engineer an even stronger aphrodisiac. Great things happen on accident!"
This pollen is not standard. Guests that inhale this pollen will begin to feel feverish and strange. Continued exposure to this pollen will heighten a desire for sex to the point of all-encompassing need. Orgasms become much more intense. Nipples are constantly hard. Guests may also be overwhelmed with the urge to "fertilize or become fertilized" — to aggressively deliver or receive cumshots. Gardeners soon realize that normal pollen has been tainted by the cross-breeding of their new spectacular fruits, resulting in an extremely potent sex pollen that affects people and animals. This sex pollen is stronger than any of the current aphrodisiacs in the resort, baffling the gardeners. They weren't even trying to make horny fruit!
The effects of the sex pollen will ease after a few days unless exposure is continued. Guests with too much exposure to the sex pollen may find themselves passing out from violently intense successive orgasms. Any guests found unconscious post-orgasm will be delivered to the Broken Wing clinic for recovery.
The sex pollen will fade out within a few weeks, when the new breeds of fruit have all been harvested and delivered to restaurants. The gardeners collectively agree to be more careful when engineering new breeds in the future. "I do think," reports one worker in the conservatory, "the house will be impressed that we've managed to engineer an even stronger aphrodisiac. Great things happen on accident!"
PETAL-STAINED LIPS
A BLOOMING DISEASE
👩🦰 "Hack hack, hack hack... what do you mean, 'please cover my mouth when I cough'? I'm a rank nine. Nine! You can't tell me what to do. Now, clean up this mess. I've been coughing up flower petals all day." 👩🦰
Wet, smudged petals scatter across the floors of the Peacock. The source is initially unclear, since the perfectly groomed flowers in their decorative vases are in perfect condition. Soon the number of guests coughing into their fists begins to rise and more soggy plants plague the hallways.
After the garden and conservatory unveil their Spring additions the clinic will begin to over-run with guests complaining of various symptoms. There aren't enough beds and there certainly aren't enough doctors and nurses to meet rising demand. Guests continue to visit the clinic complaining of some sort of flower cold while spitting up petals and leaves. Advanced cases involve a deeper spread of vines through the patient's body.
Though this illness manifests in many different ways, the head doctor in charge is quick to clock that it's the Blooming Disease working its way through the resort's population. Not an especially dangerous disease. More troublesome than anything and a mess to clean up. Luckily, there are extensive notes in their files about this particular disease and how to treat it.
The height of the disease will hit toward the end of the month. Thanks to the hard work of the doctors and nurses in the clinic, cases will begin to decrease as the days pile on, with the majority of the affected guests treated and sent on their way by the beginning of May. Activity in the clinic will begin to decline as patients fuck it out and cure the disease, with only a handful of scattered cases heading past the first week of May.
Wet, smudged petals scatter across the floors of the Peacock. The source is initially unclear, since the perfectly groomed flowers in their decorative vases are in perfect condition. Soon the number of guests coughing into their fists begins to rise and more soggy plants plague the hallways.
After the garden and conservatory unveil their Spring additions the clinic will begin to over-run with guests complaining of various symptoms. There aren't enough beds and there certainly aren't enough doctors and nurses to meet rising demand. Guests continue to visit the clinic complaining of some sort of flower cold while spitting up petals and leaves. Advanced cases involve a deeper spread of vines through the patient's body.
Though this illness manifests in many different ways, the head doctor in charge is quick to clock that it's the Blooming Disease working its way through the resort's population. Not an especially dangerous disease. More troublesome than anything and a mess to clean up. Luckily, there are extensive notes in their files about this particular disease and how to treat it.
The height of the disease will hit toward the end of the month. Thanks to the hard work of the doctors and nurses in the clinic, cases will begin to decrease as the days pile on, with the majority of the affected guests treated and sent on their way by the beginning of May. Activity in the clinic will begin to decline as patients fuck it out and cure the disease, with only a handful of scattered cases heading past the first week of May.
PROMPT NOTES
PROMPT NOTES
▶ Arrival, The Bathroom Button: Multiple versions of arrival are possible. Characters may be flushed down the toilet or tub to wake up in several different locations across the resort.
▶ Gardens, The Flower Maze: While players are welcome to imagine whatever they like in these chests, we do ask there be some limits. Characters should not find their special awesome sword or other personal items that were taken away by the resort upon arrival, for example. Items that would generally be available within resort stores or without regains are fine.
▶ Conservatory, General: While this location is currently being influenced by sex pollen, players that do not enjoy this kink may have their character immune to its effects. This will not affect engaging in the hanahaki prompt.
▶ Conservatory, The Orchard: Players are encouraged to get creative with effects from these fruits. While we've offered a couple suggestions, any of the affiliated suit's effects are available to tap into. For example, consumption of Orangeberry, aka the Diamonds fruit, can cause any Diamond-adjacent physical effects.
▶ Broken Wing Clinic: Players are allowed to get as delicate or grotesque with the presentation of the Blooming Disease as they’d like; you can even use this as an opportunity to engage in some vine-y bondage play. From the medical perspective, feel free to envision access to any sort of equipment you’d like, so long as it makes sense within a (sexy) clinical setting.
▶ Gardens, The Flower Maze: While players are welcome to imagine whatever they like in these chests, we do ask there be some limits. Characters should not find their special awesome sword or other personal items that were taken away by the resort upon arrival, for example. Items that would generally be available within resort stores or without regains are fine.
▶ Conservatory, General: While this location is currently being influenced by sex pollen, players that do not enjoy this kink may have their character immune to its effects. This will not affect engaging in the hanahaki prompt.
▶ Conservatory, The Orchard: Players are encouraged to get creative with effects from these fruits. While we've offered a couple suggestions, any of the affiliated suit's effects are available to tap into. For example, consumption of Orangeberry, aka the Diamonds fruit, can cause any Diamond-adjacent physical effects.
▶ Broken Wing Clinic: Players are allowed to get as delicate or grotesque with the presentation of the Blooming Disease as they’d like; you can even use this as an opportunity to engage in some vine-y bondage play. From the medical perspective, feel free to envision access to any sort of equipment you’d like, so long as it makes sense within a (sexy) clinical setting.
OOC NOTES
BLANKET CW: Altered States; Aphrodisiacs; Body Horror (potential); Dubcon; Illnesses; Medical Play; NSFW Language; Paranormal; Somnophilia; Sex Pollen; Sex Toys
▶ All new characters on the TDM are WILDCARDS, which means they have not yet been assigned a card value. Rank and suits are assigned upon acceptance. Your new character's suit will not manifest until they are accepted into the game.
▶ All TDMs are game canon. This TDM acts as the game's April event.
▶ Current characters may top level on the TDM. Current characters posting to the TDM should note they are currently in-game in the subject line.
▶ The top level directory is for new characters only.
▶ If you aren't satisfied with the prompts on this TDM please feel free to check out our LOCATIONS to explore more of the resort.
▶ Smut threads that take place on this TDM can be used for rewards. If both parties in the smut thread join the game, you may retroactively apply the character's initial card values to your 52 bank. If one character does not join the game, the thread will not be applicable toward rewards as that character would not have a card value.
▶ We ask you to kindly add content warnings to your threads as appropriate.
▶ If you do not currently have permissions and kinks listed in your character’s journal we suggest leaving a note in your top level of any limits or boundaries for other players to reference.
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Except...human anatomy, probably. She's not so lucky this time to have her body magically contour itself to him, something she still can't wrap her mind around. Will it happen again when they do what she really wants? Maybe she should insist on the virtual reality pods...?
Later worry! For now, she has to do--what was that thing again?--oh right, breathe. Once he starts focusing on her breasts again, she has to pull her mouth back to gulp down air, exhaling hot, heavy breaths over the tip of his spike. Whimpers soon slip into her panting, blending in with all the bird calls outside. Ahh, to be one with nature. ]
Harder...
[ She manages to mutter that before moving back in and dragging her tongue along his spike, licking up what bits of soft glow remained. She returns to drawing her hand up and down his shaft too, and now that her other hand's free? It's time to grant herself a little pleasure of her own. Her fingers push aside the seat of her panties and stroke her clit almost immediately. It'll help warm her up for his spiiiiicy touches! Yes, those!
There's another whimper, but it's because of her internal struggle. At least she feels great, giving pleasure, getting pleasure. Her lower body begins to rub against his spike from her knees going weak again as he lavishes her chest in so much overwhelming attention. Now, he just needs to pick her up, as she's mentally given him permission, then slowly lower her onto his spiiiiiritual leg! It's a very holy leg!
Sigh. Resisting temptation is so hard. She'll go back to attempting to swallow up his spike's tip, making more noise this time around. There's a lot going on, and it feels amazing. Oh, and for all that teasing he's been trying to do? She'll do it back by flicking her tongue around, hoping to find some very sensitive spots. Squirm, you sexy bot! ]
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No no NO! He better not be thinking about her pussy at this moment! Out of the two, he should be better at resisting the temptation. The soothing sound of nature outside should calm him, as well as the noises she makes while attempting to deepthroat his large tip. Though that mostly raises the arousal.
Having a larger body is proving itself to be quite the difficult task. Not just for Monika, but him as well. Mainly in the form of how to touch her breasts without potentially harming her. How much harder could he get away with without injuring her, how to better grasp her breasts, should he try to just stay gentle....? There's also the wound she just freshly patched up earlier to worry about, not wanting to worsen the injury while it heals.
Her other breast will be getting much more attention, and so he gives that mound some hard squeezing, using her breast as if it's a stress ball. In the end, he grants her request for harder.
But don't worry! While he won't be giving the same groping treatment to her wounded breast, he can give attention to her nipple instead. Back to it, it seems. He'll be just as hard with her erect nub as he is being with her breast. He pinches her nipple between his metal index and thumb. Again, considerate to not be harsh but still enough to make her feel a bit of sting, as he grinds the nub between his fingers and then gives it a firm pulls.
Another tremble, another gulp of air through the vents and a sputter as she works on his throbbing spike. It's so clear he's struggling to not show a big reaction, but failing to do so with these trembling he can't stop. Primus, using her lower body to rub against him. Cheater......
Despite it all, Soundwave continues with his own struggle until...]
N-ngh....
[Monika is lucky enough on her first to flick of her tongue to hit one of his most sensitive spot, on the underside. A strong shiver rises up and down his exospine, arches his body, and his shoulders tense before he relaxes with a long sigh of his vents. He squirms!
And that's the first proper noise she's gotten out of him. Not much is coming out of his vocalizer until that point. That part he's trying his damn best to go back to not let anything escape, but other than that, he's squirming from Monika's touches.]
More... [And he wants her to make him squirm for her.]
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Complaining can't happen just yet. He is getting rougher with the uninjured breast, and the pinches to the nipple on her injured one are satisfying her request perfectly. She shivers and squirms plenty enough for the both of them as the pain melts into pleasurable stinging. If only she could convince him to move one of his hands lower and take over with stroking her clit. Even better, he could use his fingers as mini spikes, fucking into her good and deep without worries.
Oh.
She's, ah. She's not rubbing her clit anymore. Not directly. She's instead grinding against the lower half of his spike now. Oops? Pay it no mind! He's feeling good, isn't he? And she's found a great spot to focus on! He can't complain if the spike isn't inside of her!
Besides, with that hand unhindered again, she can stroke all sides of him, pulling out more of his squirms. It's also no surprise that she keeps attacking the sensitive part of his spike with rapid flicks of her tongue, shifting to close her mouth entirely over that, managing a few snickers as she does so. More, he asks, so more he gets. In fact...
Another snicker, then she wraps a leg around the lower half of his spike, something that allows her to grind more of her soft skin against him. Again, he's not inside of her, and she's making no attempts to change that! He can't complain, not even about whatever mess she gets on her. After all, she took off her clothes as requested. He can't say a single solitary thing about what she's doing!
But he can squirm. He can make more noises. He can show her the things no one else gets to see. She won't be happy until she gets everything. ]
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She already has him squirming with her tongue on his sensitive spot, the bio-light of his spike gradually glowing brighter, and nearly gets his noise to escape. It's enough to make him pause on his own work on her breasts, though he knows he's doing a disservice to Monika. Soundwave wants to take it the small sensation of her tongue lapping over his sensitive spot and her lower body grinding against him...
Wait
Her entire lower body--!!!]
Monika, you-- Aa-ngh--
[A moan nearly escape and he almost immediately clamps his vocalizer shut into a whimper. This cheeky brat! To think she'd go as far as grinding her soft skin on him.... He's said nothing against doing that, and it's little infuriating! And how incredibly good it feels against his sensitive spike, also. Combined with her mouth and tongue insistent attack on his sensitive spot, it's expected she'll get Soundwave squirming in place easily, struggling to contain his mouth and leaving whimpers. Oh, and those electronic-like popping noises he made back then? It's back. But hey that does mean he's giving her a harsher squeeze to her breast and nipple during his struggle. Though his grope does soften up and he instead bounces the uninjured breast on his palm.
Fine. He'll let her grind herself on him, if she wants. He's said nothing about her not being able to do that, even if she's going to make a mess smearing herself with all that thick, sticky lubricant on her. Gosh, she'll have to take a shower later if they're going to continue with their friend date.
His hand abandons her uninjured breast while the other continues to pull and twist on her nipple. Said hand slides down her curve to her backside, and then presses her hips more against his spike. Guess he's encouraging her to grind more?
But then his fingers sneaks right under between her legs and presses two large fingers against her pussy. There, they've said nothing about using his fingers on her, right? So long as there's no spiking happening, they should be good. And maybe she wouldn't have sore legs if he plunges his fingers inside her.]
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No. Of course not. She knows he likes it. Like-loves it, even! This knowledge only worsens her behavior. Someday, it'll fully sink in for him that she sincerely enjoys being a jerk more than he ever does. Also, her jerkishness? Quite intentional. So, she has to make this worse, right? ]
Haha. What? Did you say something...?
[ He's obviously trying to keep quiet. What a dummy! Who's around to hear them? Who's going to judge, the birds? If anything, she's owed noises from him for how much he's made her suffer by denying some spiking. Her pleasure's becoming almost an afterthought, her determination to tease him into oblivion taking over. That is, until he moves one of his hands.
Monika freezes, then more sounds than she was already making crawl up and out of her throat, and she wraps both arms around his spike as if that'll keep her from tipping backwards. Who knows--it might, as big as it is. Really, though, is he a mind reader? Are they that in sync? This must be a sign of how well he knows her...
Caught up in fresh new pleasure, she looks up at his visor, imagining she's staring into the two "eyes" she saw before. The metal against her folds feels hotter than ever, and she's finding it difficult to choose which to press herself against more. His spike? His fingers? She moans, again and again, making a bigger mess of herself when more of her body falls against him. Did he think she was going to come out of this without making a mess? How optimistic of him.
She needs to work on breathing again, so she shifts focus to using her hands while her mouth and jaw get a short respite. His sensitive spot gets plenty of attention, of course, but now she can try to find others with her deft fingers, poking and prodding, swirling and tapping. And once she's vaguely got the brain power again, her grinding gets harder and faster, warring with his metal fingers while they're toying with her cunt. He is not staying quiet. She refuses to let it happen, especially when those popping noises have returned. She knows what those mean. ]
Does this mean you want to make love to me now~?
[ The respite means she can fully talk again. (With a tiny lisp from how numb her lips have gotten, but that's nothing to worry about.) He won't mind it if it means she can tease him in her favorite way. If it makes him retaliate with harder squeezing? Bonus! ]
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Basking over the sound she made ends up being short-lived, as Monika hugging his spike gets another powerful, tingling shiver running down his body and yet again more stifling of his own noises. With a long huff of his vents, he looks down at her eyes. His spike throbs against her, and his fingers rub against her folds before he digs his hand under her panties, huffing a satisfied sound at her warm, wet pussy.
He wonders how much easily her pussy may slide on his spi--- Nope, no. Not thinking that!
Of course her words get to him easily. The tease earns a firmer pull of her nipple and then a harsh squeeze on her injured breast. There, she liked that, doesn't she? But soon, her nipple and breast gets a break, as his hand goes to tilt Monika's chin up with his finger, thumb brushing over her bottom lips, coaxing her eyes to stay on his visor. Then, he answers a question she asked earlier.]
You... are the most beautiful human I've met. That is what I wanted to say.
[Because calling someone bratty isn't the most romantic thing, right? No matter how much that label should rightfully be used on her! As for wanting to make love..... Alright, he'll admit that it's actually difficult to resist the temptation to make love with Monika. But! He'll find a compromise.]
Yes, but not in our...typical way.
[And what does he mean with that? Well, he's prodding her with his fingers, of course. That should be enough to tell how they are going to make love right at this moment, in this treehouse. No spiking! Only fingering!]
Two, or... three? [Fingers, he means. He presses two digit against her wet pussy first, then three fingers before going back to two, deliberately teasing her with a bigger option. Hmmm, he can't decide himself.]
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But, as always, whenever they battle, neither of them can ever seem to keep the advantage for long, trading it back and forth. The tide turns in favor of him when his fingers hit her wetness completely. Further still when he draws out more pain than ever with the harsh treatment of her breast, damaging some of the work the clinic had done to mend it. Then, the final blow...
Romance. ]
A-Ah...
[ Her face had already been flushed from their battle, but it seems to become a deeper red after he strikes her with some of the sweetest words she's ever heard. For others, it might seem like an awkward, clunky compliment, but to her? She's utterly touched on top of being left speechless. Well played, Soundwave. Power's back in your hands.
There are no protests to his insistence on an alternative to spiking. Instead, she kisses his thumb, then gently nuzzles against his palm. A silent thank you, since she can't voice it yet. She will soon enough, just not now.
She's forgetting to give his spike attention, too focused on his fingers and the wet sounds below, so different than the usual due to his metal. It's not long before she slips backward, supported only by his hand as two--no, three--fingers tease her. What a jerk! He knows what answer she'd give! The stifled cry she let out when he taunted her with a third finger was enough of a hint. It wasn't his spike, but it was scratching the itch just as well.
Her eyes shut. She gasps and whimpers, hips twitching from how much she craves more. Then, she holds up three fingers. He'd better not bully her for being unable to actually say it. He said she's beautiful! He can't be mean to her now! ]
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His hand stays on her cheek to let her nuzzle on it some more, fingers giving her soft scritches on her cheek, along her jaw, under her chin.]
You're welcome.
[She doesn't need to say it. He can sense the appreciation from her. Her non-verbal answer gets a pleased hum out of his vents.]
I knew that would be your answer.
[And it wasn't because he read her mind. He just... Knew she would like for it too be that big. After all, it's the closest she'll get to something that's the size of his spike and she doesn't hide it that's what she wanted. To think he knows what she may be thinking without dwelling into her mind.... Is he that in sync with her?
Nevertheless, he finally gives Monika what she wants. He fingers press against hers mound, one finger rubs slowly against her outer lips in a slow growing pressure. To ease up her muscles so to grant him an easier entrance. Then, Three fingers, each digit larger than two of her dainty digits, presses against her entrance, prodding and prodding until all three are in.
There isn't any need to rush. And hopefully Monika isn't hoping for him to immediately start rough and plunge her in and out. Slow and steady, his fingers dig deep into Monika's pussy until it's impossible to go any deeper when she hits his knuckles. His fingers scissor her, pressing against her inner muscle, to pull more of her sweet voice.
His three fingers combined may not be able to beat the length of his spike? But the width? It's close enough to the real thing.
His hand on her cheek drops down to her neck, rubbing and tickling her nape gently. Then his hand smooths down to her upper arm and gently pulls her until her breasts are pressed against his throbbing spike.]
How do... My fingers feel? [He asks, fingers scissoring her inside once again, and his hand returning to cup at her cheek.]
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She begins panting again once he uses that heady power he's stolen, pressing his fingers in bit by bit. The tease to her lips, then one, two, three. Her hands slam against the glass of his chest, quickly slipping lower from how slick they are. She moans loudly enough that some nearby birds fly away, squawking with distress. If she had her mind about her, she'd have laughed about it. There's only one mech lingering there in her head, however. Always giving her everything she wants. ]
Heaven...
[ She has to say that, since he can't read her mind, right? Because it's true. She moans loudly again as his fingers spread and jolt her with the same kind of pleasure his spike so wonderfully gives. And, as a sign of how firmly he's holding the power, she doesn't protest being pulled forward to squish her breasts around his spike. He can do whatever he wants. It's what she wants.
Well, as long as he does one more thing. ]
Can you--can you say it again?
[ He almost doesn't have to move her breasts, each heavy breath making them lightly rub up and down his spike. That's joined by every hard twitch of her entire body from his fingers shifting inside of her. ]
Tell me I'm beautiful...?
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One main reason he isn't immediately thrusting his fingers is because he still wants to hear Monika's sweet voice talking to him. Another reason is so she and her muscles can get used to the large penetration. Plus, Soundwave is drinking in the warm, wetness clenching around his fingers. They may not be as sensitive as his spikes, but feeling her wetness and convulsing inner flesh around his fingers, and her juices trailing down his hand feels good.
Speaking of his spike, regardless of whether Monika work on the throbbing thing or she doesn't do anything at all, simply pressing her front against his length and her breasts pressing around it is enough to get his spike twitching excitedly. He would begin to make love to Monika with his fingers....
Except she makes a request. One he won't have any problem fulfilling. Back to being romantic, it seems. Awkwardly romantic. His hand finds her chin again, lifting her chin up with one finger so her eyes and his optics behind the visor meet.]
You are beautiful, Monika. The prettiest human, and your beauty is unmatched by others. I want you, Monika. You are... So love... ly.
[So close to airing out the feelings deep inside him by using that dangerous L word, but he can pretend he only means she has a lovely look. And it's true, she does look lovely. She only said beautiful, but she's deserving to hear those additional words nevertheless. If he could get to her ears without awkwardly bending himself to her, it'll give her more sweet nothings to listen to.
Once the request is satisfied, it's time to begin.]
Ready...?
[He gives her about seven seconds to prepare herself, mentally and physically. Once the seven seconds mark past, he plunges his fingers inside deep inside her. Soundwave pauses for a moment to listen to any noises Monika makes, before he'd amused himself, his fingering gradually gets rougher, the wet sound growing louder, intent on coaxing out the sweet moans leaving her lips. ]
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She stares up at him when he raises her chin. She'd already pressed as many kisses to his fingers as she could manage before he switched to the gentle gesture. As they look at one another, for this precious moment in time, she feels like she's actually with him on Earth. He's taken her away from her worries and led them to a peaceful paradise all their own, just as she wished for in her poem.
He speaks, and his monotone has never sounded so...lovely. ]
You're more beautiful, Soundwave. Other people may not see that, but...I do.
[ And that made him all the more special.
She smiles during those few seconds she has left. There are so many more words she could say. More that she wants to say. Anticipation makes it nearly impossible, but she's going to try. Before she does, she slides a hand back up, then "draws" a small heart on his chest. As much as she uses hearts on a daily basis, especially in emoji form, it'd be easy enough to brush it off as typical Monika. Wasn't it...? ]
I need you...
[ He begins, cutting off further words. Her nails scrape down glass and metal, and she quickly scares away more birds. He's getting everything he wants, just as she is. Well...he'll get those noises for less time than he may desire, however, but not for the worst reasons. While she'd love nothing more than to selfishly soak up all this pleasure for herself, he also deserves some for giving her so, so much.
A few more moans hit the walls, then suddenly, there's only the sounds of his fingers fucking into her. Her next moan's muffled. The same for the next and next. She's attached her mouth to the same sensitive spot she'd found earlier, sucking and licking, holding his spike in place with one of her arms. The work's uneven, but it's full of her usual determination. Knowing she won't last too long, she has to give it her all.
He deserves it for making her life better. ]
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[Nobody's ever called him beautiful before. Perhaps he's not the type to fish for such compliments from others, but hearing Monika says that combined with the heart she traced on his chest, it brings him warmth and appreciation into his spark. And also a rough fingering.
She deserves it. She wanted this, and though it may not be the spike she wanted, he'll try to match the pace he had given to Monika with his spike before-- no, be rougher than he had been with his spike, trusting purely in faith that she's able to handle the increasing roughness. His fingers don't match the length, but the width. If she could handle this roughness, then....
Another popping noises come out of his vocalizer.
Having her lips away for a little while and coming back to latched onto the same sensitive spot, that has his sensitive spike throbbing with desire, spurting more sweet pre into her mouth. His body shivers whole, and if he wasn't sitting, he'd be doubling over. Instead, she makes him slams his fingers hard into Monika but also has him pausing his work to drink in the sensation. But... Ah, he's doing a disservice to Monika. His fingers reignite, pulls back, and slams them up her pussy, thrusting in and out, a little harder than before.
Along with the wet noises and moans, Soundwave softly repeats her name, almost lovingly and affectionate. It's becoming more and more of a struggle to hold his moan down, not even a whimper could stop the moans from wanting to escape. His spike is twitching madly. He's getting close. No matter how uneven or sloppy Monika's work is, it still does the job of pushing him closer to the edge.]
I am... close, but--
[A gulp of air and an exhale, and his own popping moan escapes out of his vocalizer, body trembling, spike's biolight glowing brigther. A proper moan for Monika to hear. But what he wanted to say before cutting himself off, he'll hold off from cumming, because....
As lovers, they should cum together, right?]
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But she's falling apart, too. Flushed, sweaty, increasingly sore under the building heat in her abdomen. His hand must be soaked, and she wonders if these panties will survive beyond today. Hell, was it even worth it to get undressed? His lube's coating the front of her body. Precum's leaking past her lips, dripping onto her breasts and down further, no matter how much she tries to keep it in. Blame that on every pop of his she hears making her moan intensely enough that it spurts out.
...Wait. She lifts her mouth, spit and more pre sliding down her chin and neck as she gawks upward. ]
Should I move?
[ He made a big deal about this! She got undressed and--he said she was--! She sputters and makes some effort to move, but she can't while trapped on his fingers. Her moans are full volume again, freely coming out now that her mouth is unencumbered. That sexy LED light's getting brighter. But they have plans! She has to be good! ]
S-S-Soundwave, you're going to--!
[ Lovers look out for one another, right? It's about balance! But with how her body's slipping and sliding against his spike, she's probably doing something more like encouraging them to achieve his goal of climaxing at the same time.
Crap crap crap. She's teetering. Almost there. And he's making so many amazing noises, making her twitch and throb and clamp down on his hand as it pumps inside of her. Crap crap crap. ]
I'm--don't!
[ This poor tree house is about to get destroyed, isn't it? ]
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Scrap, Monika's moving too much. Her soft body against his sensitive shaft is too good! She's actively making it difficult for him to hold on. He's getting close, so close, so close, so close....! Fortunately, he's a quick thinker.
Fortunately for Monika, she doesn't have to move. He'll move Monika himself. Seconds before either of them reach the height of climax, Soundwave abruptly stands whole easily lifts Monika up with his hands and positions her to lay on her shoulder, fingers still lodged deep inside Monika.
Not the, uh... Most romantic position. But it'll give the most chances of her not getting dirtied with his glowing cum, especially when he can aim his spike with his free hand. Soundwave standing with his throbbing cock in his hand with Monika on his shoulder who's also about to cum. Weirdest position yet?
Aiming the tip at his front, he pumps Monika's pussy a couple more times, and--- there! With some chocked noises from his vents, his spike sprays thick glowy cum all over the floor of the treehouse.
Yeah.... Someone's got to call the staffs to clean up those gunks. Good thing he didn't aim anywhere near her clothes, though. That would've ruined their plan.]
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There's nothing fortunate about it! Her mental permission for being doll-handled only applied if he was going to shove her down on his spike, not for this. Seconds before she feels him shifting, she thinks he surely wouldn't. This isn't going to happen. He isn't going to flail her around like the weirdest, kinkiest puppet ever. But then she's suddenly soaring through the air, the Amazing Flying Monika, embarking on her first solo flight!
This. Jerk!
She squeals as the world goes topsy-turvy, legs kicking wildly around his hand and arm. And, "lucky" for her, all that movement was the last push she needed to give them that last taste of.....romance. Since she's so close to his "ears" now, she claps her hand over her mouth to hold in her screams, her body twitching wildly, legs kicking harder, a spray from her orgasm joining his glow on the floor. The rest trickles down his arm in waves, her screams fading into loud whimpers along with weaker twitches. Her free hand, balled up into a fist, bangs weakly on his shoulder, though she does use it to cling to him every now and then. Mainly being supported by a giant metal hand shoved up your cooch isn't that great at making a girl feel securely in place.
This. JERK!!!
She'll have words soon, after she comes down from this high. Figuratively and literally, apparently! Also, did her panties finally give up and rip? Christ. This mech is determined to break so many things today... ]
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With the awareness that his fingers are jammed deep inside Monika- did her panties rip? Oops -he slowly pulls his fingers out, careful to not overstimulate Monika as best he could with three large metal fingers. Briefly, he looks down at his drenched hand.... Ah, if only he could taste her juices right now.
Coming down from his high, Soundwave takes a huge gulp of air in his vents as his metal spike softens up, drooping, still leaking his Energon-colored cum into the floor. Then, he gently manhandles Monika yet again,moving her off his shoulder and brings her face close to his, his wet hand supports her butt for her as a temporary "seat" and his other hand on her back. There, she should be secured enough in his arms.
He doesn't say anything, but he's sure Monika does have things to say after their jizz party ]
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So, for a long while, she just hazily stares into his visor. Well, more like vaguely glares, but considering how petulant she can be when it comes to him, this is pretty mild. Besides, he knows what he's done to be such a bad bot! Her displeasure should be easy enough to sense as she huffs and puffs to recover her breath.
Another moment or two, then... ]
We're done for the day.
[ This? Coming from her? Who is she?! ]
Not with our plans, but. [ Oof, she needs a bit more oxygen. ] With this. No more making love! The amount of mess you make is crazy!
[ And she hasn't even looked behind her yet! That poor floor. Just be sure to ignore how much she's responsible for making this whole shebang happen in the first place. ]
Ugh. I feel like I need another shower...
[ Her forehead thumps against his faceplate, just as she conks the top of his head with her tiny fist. Surprisingly, she follows that up with a small laugh. ]
You need to come with a warning. NSFM. Not safe for Monikas. Or anything around her!
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Who is this?
Is this the same girl who really wanted his spike... Saying she's done for today? Hell, he sort of expects her to demand him to give her more! Less hands, more spiking!
But on the bright side, since she isn't asking for more, that means they could continue on their plans for today. Soundwave can't say he's particularly upset that he maybe wouldn't give her his spike later, but this satisfying moment alone is more than enough for him.
And speaking of his spike, it has softened up enough for it to slinks back into him, crotch plating tugging and clicking back in place, panels locking]
I thought my appearance alone should serve as a warning for Monikas. Too much lovemaking for Monikas to handle.
[He's joking back at least. Soundwave gives her some comforting pats on the back]
I need a shower, as well. [Less because he's dirty. He just wants to cleanse his hazy mental state.] Shall we return to your suite, then?
[In the end, they might end up returning there.
But before that... He drops down to lay down on his side, bringing Monika along with him. Don't worry, he'll still be as gentle as ever. Sorry for that, but that will be the last puppeteering for now. Staring into her eyes, he then leans in to nuzzle against her cheek.]
Got it all out of your system?
[If she wants to berate him some more, he'll take it. He'll just cuddle her in response.]
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Looks can be deceiving, you know. [ Laughing again, she brings her head back up and plants a big, sloppy kiss on his faceplate. ] The more I get to know you, the less you're seeming like a grump. You just don't want everyone here thinking you're a giant pushover, huh~?
[ He's one for her, anyway, and that's just the way she likes it! His pats make her purr in satisfaction. ]
How are you going to fit in my tiny human shower, huh? Are you asking me to hose you down with the detachable shower head?
[ That'd be kind of funny, actually. Like she's washing a sentient car! ]
I guess we've got no choice but to go back, though, unless I go buy more clothes. I don't even know if I want to put the ones over there back on and get them all oily. Ugh, you jerk! Why is it every time we're together, I have to shower at least three times a day? Sheesh...
[ It's helping that he's giving her more cuddles, a guaranteed way to calm the brat in her. She nuzzles back, giving him more kisses. ]
I guess I'm done giving you the talking-to you deserve. Though I should add on that you're awful at following my biggest rule. I should punish you way more for that! In fact... [ His "nose" area gets a big boop for emphasis. ] When we go see the bunnies, you have to tell them how sorry you are for being mean to me, and you have to beg them for forgiveness!
[ It's her. He's going to be saying this to her through the rabbits. Isn't that lovely? ]
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[Him? A pushover? Nah..... Maybe except for Monika. But he's not a pushover to anyone else! Again, she gets all the privileges for being his first... best friend in the resort. A pleased purr leaves his vocalizer at the sloppy kiss she gives to his faceplate. His fingers play on her back, drawing little shapes behind her, trailing up and down her spine.]
Perhaps, I am asking for exactly that.
[Hosing him down, he means. It's a little embarrassing, but he's fine with it if it's from Monika. Besides, he helped clean her off once, and now it's her turn to help clean him! His vents lefts out a soft exhale, blows warm air towards Monika, and he leans in to give her nose some gentle nuzzling before returning to rub his faceplate against her cheek again.]
Are you fine with being naked while I carry you to your room?
[Yup, she heard that right. She'll still be in his arms. Romant-- Er, Friendly consideration aside, there's a practical reason for it since she might not be able to walk straight after that rough fingering he gave her. How are her legs doing?
She's not so bratty now, is she? He feels like he knows how to calm Monika down, and it's a good thing he enjoys giving Monika cuddles. Only Monika gets a cuddle from him. He's entirely pleased behind the faceplate, but then back to giving her a lineface when she wants to make him beg for forgiveness through rabbits.]
I am not doing that ridiculous request of yours. [His vents huff.] I hope you do not expect me to improve and start following your biggest rule, however.
[Sorry, Monika, you are too easy to pick up.]
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Her dreams come crashing down when he says he's going for a hosing down. She sputters. Seriously?! ]
I was joking! I doubt it can reach that far! [ Darn it, now his cuddling and nuzzling is distracting her from being properly annoyed. She wiggles against him, trying to escape it. ] I don't care about being naked on the way to my room, but--
[ She abruptly goes still. Carrying her? Oh...that's really sweet...
No!! She has a bone to pick, and it's getting picked until she's satisfied! ]
Hey! My request isn't ridiculous! It's cute and I want it, so you should do it! And maybe you can stop treating me like your little human toy! Don't be a grump about the things I don't want you to be a grump about!
[ She's wiggling harder, determined to get free. She promised he was meant to be in control of the plans now, but not with this! No way! In fact, know what's going to get her to her room? Her own two legs! Once she can move them without wincing, anyway.
Really! It's going to happen! She'll do it! Just wait and see! If she doesn't end up immediately falling on her ass by slipping in his puddle of gunk, anyway. ]
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I am not apologizing to you through those small creatures. Do not drag them into this.
[Leave the bunnies alone! He'll dogeza to Monika if she wants, but he won't apologize through bunnies!
Soundwave lets out an amused huff at her trying to wiggle herself free, though.]
Fine... I will stop.
[It's not like he means to treat her like his little human toy. She's just fun to pick up. That said, Soundwave does release her out of his embrace and watches her wobbles. Look, he isn't helping her or picking her up or anything, but he is keeping a close eye on her.
And if she slips? Well, she should expect a rescue from Soundwave, suddenly closing the distance and catching her from behind.]
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I! Can do! What I want!
[ And finally! She can stand! She huffs down at him, far less amused. Not that he's much lower than her. Even lying down, he's giant. It's stuff like this that makes her truly feel like a tiny toy. All the more reason to prove she's a strong independent woman that don't need no bot!
After another huff, she turns and takes a single step. There's no need to fear about her faceplanting because of jizz, at least. She tips over all on her own, yelping on the way down...
...then ends up in his arms before anything like hitting the floor can happen. Dear God. The way someone his size can move that quickly? Her heart's pounding, and not just from the shock of the near-fall. Imagine how screwed someone would be if they pissed him off!
Time for the worst part, though: conceding that she needs to feel like a toy and requires his transport services. She's huffing all over again. Grumbling, too. ]
Don't say anything! Just grab my clothes so we can go!
[ How many awkward walks of shame is she going to have to deal with from this bot!!! ]
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Alright, he won't say a word. Not even a sigh out of his vents either. Instead Soundwave swiftly holds her in his arm and grabs her clothes in his other hand. ]
Hold on to me, I am going to glide down.
[A proper warning, this time. After ensuring Monika is safely secured in his arm, Soundwave leaps off the edge (for no other reason than to be extra apparently don't call him out on it), activates the boosters in his boots, and slowly descends until his boots are touching the ground. And since Monika doesn't want to feel like a tiny toy in his arm, he then sets her feet down on the ground, helping her to stand up until she's able to stand on her own two feet.
Even so, he holds his hand out to her.]
If you need the support.
[See, he's not forcibly taking her hand, or carry her in a bridal carry all of sudden. He's giving her another choice to support herself, or be carried in his arm.]
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Maybe it's being in his arms. Maybe it was getting to watch his blank face above as they descended, imagining his optics on hers. Whichever it was, by the time he sets foot on the ground below, she's gone back to being soft. This means she's going to be confusing as hell, but that's typical of her by this point. ]
No...
[ She takes his hand, then raises her other arm, encouraging him to bring her back up into his arms. It's not so bad being a toy, really! Especially when it's keeping her warm! Being naked outside of her cozy room isn't nearly as tolerable. ]
I want to be in your arms.
[ She might have overestimated just how much she can stand, anyway, as if that preview of how "stable" her legs are didn't make that obvious earlier. All the more reason to hold her! By making this her choice, he can't call her out. They've come to an agreement about not calling each other out! ]
Please...?
[ Can he say no to her pathetic face? She's such a tiny toy in need of help! ]
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